“Hi I’m Ray, can we be friends?”—That was the first message that I received from an unknown number after Mac and I broke up. How timely, I thought, that the heavens let me get something like that as a consolation for my broken heart and dreams. I replied, “Who are you and where did you ever got my number? Do I know you?”
Ray’s first impression about me was fierce. He told me that he even thought I was a tall woman who’s already 20-something. He didn’t expect that I was only sixteen that time, still vulnerable and young. He was 22 years old. Fresh out of college, he’s dreaming of having his own restaurant or his own bar. He was teaching me how to mix drinks and cosmos through text, though I never really fancied drinking.
He knew how to push the right buttons. He made me spill my biggest desires in life. We met up during one of our choral competitions in Glee Club and supported me all the way, win or lose, trophy or no trophy.
His letters, how he writes them, how he dedicates every song to me made me feel alive again. I showed him the "Best of Lily". No hold barred. Even though I felt that it was too early to jump in yet another relationship, I did.
And with him, I truly felt the real meaning of love. A real relationship that is built on trust and respect. He even made me jump into one of the most important decisions in my life — applying to the college where I will spend four wonderful years of learning.
Ray was there. He loved even the worst of me. Even with the six year difference, we felt as if were equals.
Then and there, I started thinking of wedding bells and fluffy gowns. I was Charlotte York of Sex and the City all of a sudden. He said he wanted to be married at the UST Church. He plans to go abroad to save for his future family. He wanted to have a very happy home for his kids. And though I’m still young, I never thought that I was changing his life because he was fixing himself as he was having second thoughts on the idea of a good relationship because his Mom and Dad got separated years ago.
As he fixed my heart, we began fixing the both of us.
Ray’s first impression about me was fierce. He told me that he even thought I was a tall woman who’s already 20-something. He didn’t expect that I was only sixteen that time, still vulnerable and young. He was 22 years old. Fresh out of college, he’s dreaming of having his own restaurant or his own bar. He was teaching me how to mix drinks and cosmos through text, though I never really fancied drinking.
He knew how to push the right buttons. He made me spill my biggest desires in life. We met up during one of our choral competitions in Glee Club and supported me all the way, win or lose, trophy or no trophy.
His letters, how he writes them, how he dedicates every song to me made me feel alive again. I showed him the "Best of Lily". No hold barred. Even though I felt that it was too early to jump in yet another relationship, I did.
And with him, I truly felt the real meaning of love. A real relationship that is built on trust and respect. He even made me jump into one of the most important decisions in my life — applying to the college where I will spend four wonderful years of learning.
Ray was there. He loved even the worst of me. Even with the six year difference, we felt as if were equals.
Then and there, I started thinking of wedding bells and fluffy gowns. I was Charlotte York of Sex and the City all of a sudden. He said he wanted to be married at the UST Church. He plans to go abroad to save for his future family. He wanted to have a very happy home for his kids. And though I’m still young, I never thought that I was changing his life because he was fixing himself as he was having second thoughts on the idea of a good relationship because his Mom and Dad got separated years ago.
As he fixed my heart, we began fixing the both of us.
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